CHAPTER FIVE

A/N: We're going to do a little pretending here. Let's pretend that John Cena was the champ before Wrestlemania 21...

Date: February 9, 2005

Day: Wednesday

Dear Diary,

I have officially screwed everything up BIG TIME. Maybe I should just give up now. My plan was so simple. Yesterday, I was an insensitive bitch to Chris, to be frank. I think I hurt his feelings and wounded his fragile little ego. So I devised a plan to make it up to him... Plans come easy to me. I'm a very calculating person, I've been told. But I guess not all my plans are good ones... They tend to backfire sometimes. Like today. See, here's what happened...

Flashback

Stephanie sat in her office feeling immensely pleased with herself as she watched Chris Jericho do a bulldog on the WWE Champion John Cena. They were at a house show, and Stephanie had demanded that Chris be given a shot at the championship. She always got her way. Her wish had been granted, and the match was on.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed a minute later when John Cena gave Chris a spinebuster. "No, no, no! This isn't supposed to be happening!"

The camera zoomed in on John's face, and she could read his lips. He was waving his hand around in Chris' face, plainly saying, "YOU CAN'T SEE ME!" Everyone knew the FU would be coming up next!

"This plan is not going to backfire on me!" she snapped, and she hopped up and left her office.

A minute later, she was running down the ramp holding a steel chair, praying that she wouldn't fall with her high heels on and hoping that she made it to the ring in time. The crowd easily slipped into their old "slut" chant, but she was so intent on making it to Chris that she ignored them completely.

She slipped into the ring and stood, waiting for John to turn around. He turned around and immediately she swung the chair at him.

Too bad he caught it.

"Well, thanks Stephanie," John said, then turned around and whacked Chris upside the head with it. Stephanie watched in horror as Chris fell to the ground, wailing in agony from the chairshot, the shot that, amazingly, the referee just happened to miss. John pinned Chris for an easy three count. He stood up, and as the referee raised his hand in victory, he looked over at her. "Pleasure doing business with you, Princess," he cracked, then started to climb the turnbuckle, posing for his fans, his beloved Chain Gang.

Stephanie fell to her knees and crawled over to Chris. "Chris? Are you ok?" she asked, helping him up.

"What the hell, Stephanie?" Chris groaned, holding his head as he sat up.

"I was just trying to help," she explained.

"Lot of help you did. You made me lose my match!" he exclaimed. "My only shot at being on the top again!"

"Is that all you care about?" she asked, frustrated. She stood up.

"At the moment, yes," he said meanly, struggling to his feet. "Because when I try to care for you, you act like a high class bitch!"

She gasped, then slapped him as hard as she could. "Well excuse me for trying to let you know that I care!"

He touched his red, stinging cheek with his hand, wincing slightly at the contact, as he staggered into a corner and leaned against the turnbuckle.

"Slapping the hell out of me is a wonderful way to show how much you care!" he said angrily.

"I'll show you, Jericho!" she exclaimed. She stalked over to him and pulled him down for a kiss. The crowd gasped, but she kept kissing him. God, he tastes heavenly, she thought. So sweet that I could get cavities just from kissing him... Immediately, she ended the kiss, pulling back and putting her hand up to touch his soft lips. Angry tears sparkled in her eyes. "That's how much I care," she whispered.

She left him standing in the ring looking shocked because of what had just happened. The fans, the commentators, the whole damn arena... Everything was completely silent as she hurried up the ramp with tears running down her cheeks.

End Flashback

I think, essentially, that I've made a complete and total fool out of myself. I just wanted to do something good for Chris, something nice to make up for the crappy way that I treated him yesterday. Instead, I ended up costing him his title shot, slapping the hell out of him, then kissing him. I must be going mad. Yeah, that's it. The man has driven me mad, and my sanity is now nonexistent.

Know what?

It's been that way for a long time...

Until Next Time,

Steph